Drove Matthew to the airport this afternoon. Snapped a picture of Matthew and Hobkin napping together to cheer me up until Matthew gets back:
I think Hobkin’s beginning to feel the stirrings of Spring Fever. He’s been extra frisky. And yesterday he was intent upon wrestling my arm into submission. While my obstreperous limb was being thrashed, I took a picture of the fierce mêlée. I think Hobkin was offended by the flash. Or maybe it was my giggling. Continue reading
I’m feeling in a less-than-communicative mood today, so instead of writing, here’s some pictures of our festive, Christmas décor, plus a couple of Hobkin, because he’s just that cute.
Went to see The Incredibles yesterday, but the theater was swamped with screaming children, not to mention sold out of the time we wanted. We decided to postpone our movie outing until today. Hope it’ll be a little less crazy.
britzkrieg sent me the pix she took at our Halloween shindig, and it included one of my all time favorite snapshots of Hobkin and me:
Continuing the theme of skunk cuteness, yesterday Hobkin was feeling playful and then, of course, sleepy, so I picked up our handy dandy coolpix, and snapped away:
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The drive to the show was a fast one. britzkrieg and I arrived at 10:30, the start of registration, far earlier than I had expected. So there was, as seems typical for skunk shows, a lot of waiting around. It was a much smaller venue than last year’s–not the same place as I had originally thought. And there was also a much smaller turnout.
First up was conformation and friendliness. Hobkin was in a terrible mood. He actually nipped or lunged at all of the judges this year. I was mortified. They couldn’t pick him up at all, which means the judges didn’t spend much time with him and couldn’t really evaluate him. He totally tanked on “Friendliness,” of course, and didn’t place at all in conformity.
Next came Prettiest Tail. I thought Hobkin showed wonderfully in this event. His tail was fluffy, and poofy, and long. But I guess the judges didn’t agree. Or perhaps they were still nursing the wounds he’d given them earlier. He not only didn’t succeed in defending his title from last year, but he didn’t place at all. This was the only event that I was truly disappointed with. I really did think he had the prettiest tail again.
And last of all came the color classes. Hobkin won first place in his color class! A salve to his dismal showing in the previous categories. So he has another pretty, blue ribbon to add to his collection.
There was the obligatory costume contest, with much evil adorableness, but again this year, we opted not to attempt to subject Hobkin to that. But I took a lot of pictures!
I’m a bit flummoxed by how poorly the fuzzwit behaved. He was so sweet and huggy when he was in my arms, but as soon as anyone else touched him, he turned into a snarling demon. I’m concerned that the skunk show might be too stressful for his wee brain. Will have to think about whether we want to show him again next year.
There were adorable skunk noses everywhere. Skunks to see and people to talk to. I had expected to see Hobkin’s godmother, Debbie, and her skunks but they weren’t there. I did get a chance to catch up with puskunk and aljit (and see her short, blue hair!). Aside from my worry about Hobkin, I had fun. britzkrieg was fantastic. I couldn’t have done it without her. She drove, did the majority of the packing and unpacking, and took pictures for me while I held a stressed Hobkin. She also bid at the charity silent auction and won a beautiful, green afghan. And last I checked, she’s still willing to talk to me! britzkrieg, you are a saint and a total sweetheart!
Going to the skunk show today. Hobkin’s primped and preened, blankets and snacks are packed. britzkrieg will arrive in a couple hours. The only thing left is to load the car and take down the pen.
A whole day of skunks!
Today:
We voted. Civic duty accomplished. With the news filled with coverage of hours-long lines, we expected something of a wait at our polling place. Nope. No line. No waiting. We were in and out in less than fifteen minutes. Hope everyone else did their time in the booths!
Halloween overview:
Where have all the costumed kiddies gone? We only got a few batches of them on Halloween, and we’ve got piles and piles of candy leftover. Too much candy. Must find other ways of disposing of it or I will eat it all.
Had a lovely Halloween. We had britzkrieg and her hubby, rigel_kent, over as well as dude_the and Nick-of-no-LJ, of course. There were costumes. There was food. There were alcoholic beverages. britzkrieg brought a really nummy bottle of champagne. Watched Topper and The Last Skeleton of Cadavra, which B & R hadn’t seen before. I think B’s planning on going out ASAP to get her very own copy now. Hee.
Went to sleep with a throbbing headache, woke up to my alarm with a splitting one. I think my sinuses are in rebellion. Taking pills. Going back to bed. Taking Hobkin with as proxy stuffed toy:
I can’t sleep, ergo, pictures! Here’s a couple Dragon*Con ’04 pix, and a skunk or two.
Matthew and I were discussing a horror story in the making last night. With all the boxes in the dining room, Hobkin wouldn’t go in there, and seemed to avert his gaze when he had to walk past it. It was almost as though he could sense something evil that we couldn’t. Doo do doooo.
Or maybe he was being a big chicken. This morning, he followed me in there when I had to retrieve my lunch bag, so perhaps the evil has departed, or he’s had enough time to get his courage up to brave the scary boxes invading his territory.
Pictures of a lazy fluffhead for cuteness sake:
Watched The Big Clock last night, the 1948 noir thriller. Good flick. I’d actually seen the ending before, but not the beginning. Fortunately, I’d forgotten enough to enjoy the suspense.
Hobkin was a cuddle beast:
Feel a little twitchy today. Maybe we’ll catch a flick. Still haven’t seen Spider-Man 2 or I, Robot.
Hope to get some good, quality writing time in today.
